rivers grow out of the dew
beautiful and true
waters wash the
spacious sky-light shaft
distant dead wall drums
blind inner space
find outer
a million people walk by, on the street
there are stories
um ljósið sá
hvar byrðan lá
varð svarta hjartað heilt
elle ein skirvin
sorrig og glæde de vandre tilhaabe
lykke, ulykke de ganger paa
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